Cannibals Poem by Samuel Achaka
Cannibals
Raw fleshy drip in
touch one hem fire place
gross intelligence, no manance
creation in death array, wisdom to fail,
Who to stop, what to stop, where to stop.
underground
solace for Wallace,
keep my peace, whom to hear
dark in my cupboard, who to enter,
run wild my child, for it devours
be shrewd and wise.
Cannibals, eat with them
wisdom comes with exploring.
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